As i slice my wrist
i know only this
the blood stains
but i CAN stand the pain
the blade is rusty
but i'm still thrusting
this cold hard metal into my jugular vein
I failed again
I can only speak with this pen
As the rope tightens
i'm slightly frightened
my blood pumps
but i still cant jump
i'm pointless and weak
this is to pathetic to speak
